All language subtitles for No.One.LivesNo.One.LivesNo.One.Lives

Help me!
Wait!

No.....!

No.....!

Emma Alive.

I don't know,
it's just not going to be the same.

Trust me, it'll be the same.

I'm going to miss everyone.

It's life, Betty.

Sometimes it's necessary to relocate.

Don't make it seem like
it's not your fault.

Out of every bad situation
comes something good.

Don't you agree?

You have a truely demented
way of looking at things.

If I didn't, I don't think
you'd be so in love with me.

Don't flatter yourself.

I'm tired.
Let's stop somewhere for the night.

Hey now. Please don't tell me
you're here for directions.

I got fifteen rooms,
all with your name on it.

The good news is, I know exactly where I'm going.
The bad news is, I only need one room.

Well, I'll take what I can get.
I just need a credit card.

Wow... Pretty... Young.

- Just the way I like 'em.
- Yeah.

Well, that's an unusual name.

My father had an unforgiven
commitment to historical reference.

Oh. Well, let's just get you fixed up, huh.

How does number 8 sound to you?

Infinity.
I like it.

Israeli jet fighters bombed a guerilla
base killing at least forty nine soldiers

and thirteen civilians.

- Here it is again.
- Up next,

local law enforcement and the FBI
are scouring the area north of Spokane

for any evidence that can lead
them to missing heiress Emma Ward.

From what we can tell,
the carving's about six months old.

It reads "Emma Alive."

It's impossible to get an accurate date,

but tree growth on that particular
alder indicate about half a year.

probably done in the Spring,
right around, well...

after her abduction.

Clever girl.

You think?

I don't think I would have
thought to do that.

- Now she has a chance.
- There's always a chance.

But you know how these
things turn out.

Take off the towel.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for everything.

The man who lacks emotion is sorry.

I don't lack emotion,

I just process it differently.

Must everything about you
be different?

- I like it "normal".
- I would change if I could, but I can't.

I just can't.

Just tell me that you love me
more than her.

I don't love her more than you.

I never did.

It was just different.

Put some muscle in it.

That's easy for you to say.

You gotta be kiddin'. Jack,
can you do me a favor and go open the gate?

Why?

"Why"? Because the gate won't open,
I need you to open it, please.

Thank you!

Trouble, trouble!

Hoag!

Home sweet home.

- Who are those guys?
- Honey?

Mind my lead.
Let me do the talking.

Talking? Don't you think it's
a little late for talking?

Amy, give me...
give me the phone.

Oh my God!

No, Flynn!

Flynn! What the fuck!

Fuck... fuck, man!

Motherfucker!

- Enough!
- Damn it!

Easy...

- Your problem Flynn, is you don't fuckin' think.
- He had a phone!

You have a phone,
should I shoot you?

Every cop in the county
heard that racket.

- You made a mess here, Flynn.
- Excuse me for saving our fucking asses.

Mean, what did you think was gonna be happen?

That we'd just we sit down and have
a cup of tea with the Cleavers?

- You told us they are on vacation, Flynn!
- Well, now they're on permanent vacation.

- Fuck this!
- This is so seriously fucked up.

- Shit!
- Is he fuckin' crying?

- Are you fuckin' crying?
- Look what you've done.

- Ethan, let's shut it down.
- Shut it down?

- Shut it down? What about all the...
- He said shut it down.

Like we were never here.
Come on, let's go!

I had to.

I'm hungry.

- So go eat.
- And leave you here alone?

Right.

Why don't you go have dinner
with your girlfriend?

Would you be rational?

I know what you were doing out there.

You're wrong.

Hey, where'd you suggest we eat tonight?

Ah... let's see... Ah...

Go up here about twenty miles,
and take a right on Highway 21.

There's a place called Helen's.
Great food, delicious steaks.

- Great, thanks.
- This ole boy treatin' you well?

Alright, then.

You kids enjoy yourselves,
and I'll see you when you get back.

This is all about her, isn't it?

Can you possibly imagine it
being about anybody else?

Can we just enjoy
a pleasant dinner?

Doesn't look like we'll
have trouble finding a table.

Note to self:
Do not order the fish.

- A-ha. Sign of forgiveness?
- Don't get carried away.

Get yourself comfortable.

Sit anywhere you like.

It's awful quiet these months.
Amber will be right with you.

Amber! table!

Hey there!

I'm Amber.
Todays fish is a terrific John Dory,

and the steak is an aged ribeye.

Is it aged because no one orders it?

Very funny.
Why don't I start you off with something to drink?

Wine.

- Shit...
- Helen, a pitcher.

Where's your sense of humor, Hoag?

I just have to... have my... my fun.

- He's a total psychopath.
- I'm a team player!

You, my friend, become a fuckin' liablity.
And my fuckin' wallet is empty.

Ethan's right, today's on you.
Figure out a way to make it right.

And maybe, we'll be friends again.

True that.

Are you mad at me also?

'Cause if I have to take any shit from you today,
I gonna turn your fuckin' ballsack into a beany.

- I'm just saying...
- Shut the fuck up!

You can talk once you've put in your time.

I gotta take a leak.

Do not tell me you're
watching your weight.

A girl's got to keep her figure.

- You're crazy.
- Look who's talking.

Hey. You guys from around here?

I think they're mutes.

I think they're fucking mutes.

God damn it.

Just passing through.

I see...

- Are you moving?
- Relocating.

Traveling with all
your worldly belongings?

This is my only wordly belonging.

Is that right?

How much is she worth to you?

- Please, we don't want any trouble.
- We'll just forget it, okay?

If I wanted to hear from an asshole,

I'd rip you a new one.

Alright?

The way I see it,

Your girlfriend looks at me like
I'm the unsavory type.

Like I'm someone you don't even
want to get to know.

Uncouth perhaps, is that it?

Don't.

Yeah, don't.

You're not the type.

Trust me, I know the type.

Don't mind my boy here. His idea of
friendliness is to scare the tourists.

- Boo!
- Come on, lets go. Let's go.

Please, excuse us.

Move!

Do not shit
where I eat.

Am I really you're only wordly possession?

Of all people,

You should know I mean that I...

What in fucks name is this?

We can strip her down.
There's parts in here.

And where pray tell is the
owner of this luxury vehicle?

Convalescing at the gas station.

After which,
Ethan will encourage him to cooperate.

I told you, I don't like to get
my brother involved in your shit.

The guy's is some upitty rich motherfucker
who was at the right place at the right time.

All it's gonna take is a little bit of torture

and we'll have bank codes,
pin numbers and all sorts of shit.

Kidnapping tourists is
your idea of fast cash?

Did I not just make up for the short haul?

Why don't you get off my fucking ass?

Flynn, another fuck up like today
and I end you. Clear?

- Where are we?
- The last place on earth.

Oh, a comedian.

This seem funny to you?

Have they hurt you?

What do you think?

I've made a decision.

Please, forgive me.

No talking, sweetness.

I can't do this anymore.

I said, shut up.

- Betty, don't.
- It's been an experience.

What the fuck?

Oh, my God.

I'll see you in the next life.

No.

No..............!

What the fuck?

What the... fuck.

Get away from her.

Betty?

You're dead, fucker.

Shit!

That's where you're mistaken.
But this, should clear up the confusion.

Here it comes.
That was your first mistake.

You people never heard of zip ties?

Come on. Can I get some
fuckin' help here, please?

It's too late for this fucking shit, Flynn.

- What the fuck is that?
- This is a girl that I found in the fucking trunk.

Fuck, she smells like a fucking toilet!

Alright...Alright...Alright.
Hold still. Alright.

I'm gonna take this off,
You're gonna stand still.

Alright. Take it slow.

- Look... Bite me?
- Fuck!

What the hell's all that yelling?

There's a world of shit
erupting downstairs.

It's 2:30 in the morning.

There's some girl down there screaming,
like she's got bugs up in her.

Bust my balls, Amber.

Seems like Flynn carjacked that
couple from the restaurant.

- Cut the shit!
- No, seriously.

- I gotta check it out.
- No, you ain't gotta do nothin'.

- Oh, I gotta go.
- No!

I gotta go.

What the fuck is going on?

- Flynn found her in the trunk of the car.
- Where is he? Where's is he?

You killed him, right?
Please tell me he's dead.

Expand on he.

- Oh, God...
- What's going on?

You have to get out of here...

We have to.

Get Ethan on the radio,
now... now... go!

No, we have to leave now!
We have to get out from here now!

- Why won't you let me go?
- What were you doing in the trunk of that car?

Answer him! Answer him!

He had to move.
He knew they were coming, so he had to...

- Who the fuck are we talking about?
- Listen to me. He's gonna come for me.

- He always does.
- Why don't you start by telling us his name.

He doesn't have a name.
He's gonna come and he's gonna kill you all!

- Dad, Ethan's not coming up on the radio.
- Keep trying.

You're not gonna get him.
You're not gonna get him, he's...

- He's already dead.
- How the fuck do you know?

Shut the fuck up, Flynn!

Please,
just call the police!

Are you people fucking retarded?

Go up the road and
wake Ethan the fuck up.

I'm going with him.
This Flynn show's gettin' under my skin.

I'm sick of being disrespected.

Denny, it's not a fuckin' book club.

You earn your way around here.
If you want respect, you need to be grow a pair.

Yeah, like Flynn?

Flynn might be a scumbag,
but he's a loyal soldier.

- And that means something.
- Well, I'm practically blood.

Banging his little girl
doesn't buy you rights.

Makes you brave though, considering
every dick in town's been in that shit.

- This is my girlfriend you're talkin' about.
- God, Dens, please!

Something's not right.

Alright. Let's go.

Ethan, you in here?

What the fuck happened to the radio?

Oh, fuck!

What the fuck? What the fuck!

How the fuck did he kill Ethan?

- Mother of God...
- Nobody kills Ethan!

What the hell happened here?

Oh, fuck!

This is so wrong.

Flynn really fucked up bad, didn't he?

Looks that way.

Fuck.

Here. I think these should fit you.

What's got into you girl?

Maybe you should let her go now.

Until we hear from Ethan,
I'm not lettin' that one outta my sight.

I already told you...
He's dead.

You don't know my brother.

I never will.

Push!

What happened to you?

What's your name?

I have a question.

Do you people have any idea
what you're dealing with?

Where the fuck is the girl?
I told you not to let her out of your sight.

You know how you guys always make fun of me
for watching all those reality shows?

Well, just wait till you see this.

So, it's mostly just pedophiles and bank robbers,
guys who killed their families and shit.

- But, I've been totally into this one story.
- Baby girl, don't be wasting my time.

This one.

That's you, right?

It was like any other Friday night
at the Oregon Art Complex.

A night that would be seared into the mind
of parents of fifteen college students forever.

Oregon student Emma Ward
and her friends were having a party

celebrating the end of the semester,
like most students.

Except this celebration turned bloody.

A killer entered the house, was he
already there, waiting? Or was he a friend?

Police and federal authorities have never
been able to place together the mystery of

how or why it happened,
but when it was over,

fourteen students
had been brutally murdered.

Only one was never found, Emma Ward, the heiress
to the Nashville based Ward publication empire.

Did she know the killer?
Until now, it was unclear.

Thats when hunter Richard Luey
discovered this:

I was trackin' a deer,
when it got caught up in this thing.

Apparently the carving is
about eight months old.

Lab test prove that this is
Emma Ward's blood on the glass.

Now we must continue our investigation under
the premise that she is out there, somewhere.

The Ward family is offering
a two million dollar reward

for any information leading to
the recovery of their daughter.

Up next: Kansas City authorities are still
searching for a 21 month old toddler

after her sudden disappearence from her
home three weeks ago. American Crime.

Jackpot.

- And the driver of the car?
- Is the maniac who did all that.

I bet it's just payday,
written all across her face.

Yeah, and a trail of heat from here to Oregon,

hunting for the motherfucker
who kidnapped her.

We're not talking about some
nickle and dime highway robbery bullshit.

Emma...

You know we're only here to help you, right?

Hoag!

A word...

Stay here.

I want this motherfucker found.

We searched for the guy,
I think he hoffed it into the woods.

Well, you didn't look hard enough.

At least we know
he's not gonna go to the cops.

The man who did this...
Doesn't forget...

The man who crossed him,

and neither do I.

Get Ethan out of here.
Put him in the shed.

We are gonna clean this mess up.

Why are we the ones moving him
all over this fuckin' country?

We should bury him proper.

I ain't diggin' that hole.

Jesus.

That should keep the flies off him.

Now go clean up the back of the van.

That's bullshit, I picked him up.

I told you,
you should have listened to me.

I need to know exactly
what we're dealin' with.

- Where's the girl? Betty?
- Dead.

- Guess he was done with her.
- What?

No, he would never do that,
not to her.

Well, you guys fucked up,
you really fucked...

Am I right in guessing your
friend will be heading our way?

I am asking you a question.

Stop her!

Stop. Stop! Or it'll be your
brains runnin' down those stairs.

Then you better
get yourself a mop.

Hell, that's fine.

My best hope of escape is while he's
killing the whole bunch of you.

So I'll just wait.

- You tellin' me that chick is worth two million?
- Yep.

Denny, stop fucking counting the cash,
start loading the guns.

Watch this bitch.
If she moves, waste her.

Tamara, after we take off, lock this place down,
shoot anything that comes through the door.

- Wait, what do you mean "we"?
- This prick is not gonna find himself, now is he?

Shouldn't one of us hang back
and protect the girls?

Nobody's hangin' back. We are hunting this
motherfucker, and we are gonna burn him down.

- Wait, what, "as on fire"?
- It's a figure of speech, you idiot.

Come on!

I want that this motherfucker dead.

Motherfucker!

Shit!

- You see him?
- Where the fuck are you?

Come out and fight like a man, bitch!

Fuck me, I'm fuckin' shot!

- Denny! Denny!
- Am I fuckin' dying? Am I dying?

- Fuck me, I can't believe it.
- There is hope.

- Gone!
- Gone? Where's he mean "gone"?

He's gone!
He got me!

Fucking Flynn!
Give me some fucking help here!

- What the fuck do I do?
- Come on, get up, get up.

We're losing a ton of blood here,
get him to the couch.

- Where's my Dad?
- I don't know, I don't know!

- No, I...
- Let me look at it!

It's just a flesh wound, alright man?
You're gonna be alright!

- You're not goin' back out there!
- I'm not leavin' without Hoag.

- Hoag is history.
- Fuck you, Flynn!

- He wouldn't leave without you!
- In case you haven't noticed, he's everywhere.

So if you want to get your sweet tits
and get shot off... be my guest!

Motherfucker!
What's he doing?

He's trapping us.

If you had killed all those fucking people...

Killed what people?

- Killed what people?
- It doesn't concern you!

Flynn, you might want to
drop the bad guy routine.

I'm your path to living and you seem
to be bent on playing the dying game.

Well then, we're gonna die together, bitch.

So, what are you?
The leader here?

You are playin' this all wrong. My people are
gonna find you and they are gonna fuckin' kill you!

Who knows, you might all be heroes.

Well, not you.

You motherfucking cocksucker!
Fuck!

It must be satisfying,
going from leader to martyr.

Any thoughts?

Hello...?

I can get the girl for you.

I can get the girl...

- You can go on your way.
- No, no...

You see, I'm planning on handling
that little task on my own.

I thought you were gonna help me
get things back to the way they were.

Can you do that?
Turn back time?

- No.
- No.

You know what I hate about
the common criminal?

- They're so mediocre.
- What the fuck are you talking about?

It's in mendacity
that we achieve our very best!

- Is this your best?
- Fuck you!

I'm not even close.

You know who I am?
Who am I?

Who - am - I?

I don't know!
A serial killer?

Serial killer?
Sweet Jesus, no.

Serial killers deal in singularities,
I'm a numbers guy,

which makes me,
a total psychopath.

Maybe there are a few things
that may stereotype me.

Fixations, rituals, trophies...

Case in point.

But what really motivates me,
is the absolute need to get the job done.

How many are in the house?
Do the math, quick.

- Five. There's five.
- Including my Emma?

Or you're under the impression
she was one of you, huh?

Okay, you've served your purpose.

Any last words?

- Wait...
- Concise...

Not terribly clever, but the clarity
of the intention... Crystal clear.

- However, no.
- No, please!

I bet you want to kill
the man who did this to you.

Your powers of perception
are staggering.

Why you?

I guess you could say,
he loves me.

Today, we're going to advance to
something much more challenging.

Let's meditate for a moment,
on the power you have over living things.

The only thing keeping you here,
is me.

Anything happens to me,
and you die.

A fun fact.

There are documented cases in
which prisoners found in cages

long after their captors surrendered,

left to their own
final desperate measures,

actually cannibalized themselves.

You know what the
technical term for that is?

- Please, stop.
- Sarcophagy.

Emma...

Listen very carefully.

When the arterial vein is sliced,

The body tends to bleed out
within ten minutes.

It's not like in the movies when someones'
jugular is severed and they immediately drop dead.

No...

But it's also impossible for the victim
to administer the proper medical help.

- You know what that is?
- No.

No biggie.

I'm not a doctor either.

I can tell you this much though.

You elevate the wound above the heart
and you apply pressure to the area.

And then you bandage tightly,
that's very important.

Why are you telling me this?

Because, no matter
how much you hate me,

You now have the opportunity
to save my life.

What's gonna happen to my Dad?

- You and your Dad, you didn't get along.
- He wasn't the best role model.

He's going to be tortured,
then killed.

Why didn't he kill you?

I think he was trying to create me.

What did he do to you?
Did he hurt you?

You should have run
while you had the chance.

Alright.

- Here, swallow this.
- I don't want to die.

Just swallow this.
It'll take the edge off, alright.

Good boy, good boy.

No ones dying on my watch, alright.

We need to get
him some real help here.

Good idea. I'll call an ambulance,
I'm gonna get right on that.

What about the jeep?
Unless he got into the garage.

It's been broken down
for a fuckin' year.

Dad is dead, Ethan is dead.
Denny's... not doin' so hot.

I lookin' at your ugly asses,
and guess what I'm thinkin'?

I'm thinkin': fuckin' dead!

You know what?

- No ones ever given a shit what you think!
- Listen, bitch...

Just because my old man was givin' you the
deep dicking, doesn't make you my mother.

And with him dead,
that pretty much makes this my fucking house,

so why don't you shut the fuck up
or get the fuck out!

- Oh, damn it!
- Hello?

Come on, bitch.

Hey! Enough!

Enough!

Someone's at the door.

- Wanna go take a peak?
- You go take a peak.

You gigantic pussies.

I'll look.

Is it Hoag?

- No, it's a bag.
- What kind of bag?

I don't know, just a bag.

Move!

No! Do not open that door.

Whatever's in the bag,
it's bad.

Just get the fuck out of my way.

That's my Dad's ring.

Is there blood?

- Fuck it.
- Just go out the fuckin' door!

Enough, motherfucker!
Come on! Bring it!

- God...
- Oh fuck!

Denny, I have to get out of here right now.

- I can get the jeep goin'.
- What, are you fuckin' crazy?

If I don't make a move right now,

I'm not gonna last long.

You know it,
I know it.

I can get that jeep goin'.

And I'll get us the fuck outta here.

Gun.

Okay, Denny.

You realize he's probably got
the whole place rigged, right?

Are you ready?
Come on.

Stay here.

You shouldn't have let them go.

What's it to you?

Because when they're dead,
five becomes three.

The last I checked,
there's strength in numbers.

- Hey, I love you.
- I love you too.

Come on, baby. Come on.

Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

Fuck!

- Where are you going?
- I'm gonna fix it.

- No, no no. Don't fucking leave me!
- I'm gonna fix it.

Don't worry.

Hurry up, baby.

Fuck.

Baby, come on.

Fuck.

Quiet, jumpy!
I'm gonna try a few things.

When I knock on the hood,
you give the key a twist. Alright?

Alright. This will only take a second.

- I'll be back.
- Careful!

No!

Denny, come on. Please.

Gun it!

Yes, yes, it's working,
it's running fine, get in the car!

Really lay down on it!

Denny, Denny, it's running fine.
Please get in the fucking car!

It's fine!
Get in the fucking car, please!

Oh, fuck!

Oh, my God!

No!

We need to go right now!

- When I say run, we run!
- And where the fuck are we suppose to go?

Did you fuckin' hear that?
That was Amber running in the woods.

We need to go right fuckin' now.
Let's move.

Help! Help!

- Oh my God, Denny!
- Tamara, he's dead.

- Wake up, Denny...
- Tamara, he's dead. Get in the car!

At least you died trying, kid.

Jesus!

Jesus!

- He'll drown in just a second.
- Help me...

- Oh my God, he's alive! You fucking asshole!
- Look at him! Look at him!

- You fucking asshole! Get the fuck off of him!
- Look at him! Think we're doin' him a favor?

Get him in the God damn fuckin' car!

Why are you doing this?

Keeps me fit.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Then I guess you're just unlucky.

Fuckin' ignorant. (??)

Jackpot.

Seems like I just saved our lives.
How 'bout some thanks?

Hey, I'm sure Denny's super thankful.

- Why don't you turn your lights on??
- Who said I was asking for your opinion?

Well, we've come this far,
It would be nice to actually live.

Fuck!

You just killed the one person
who actually had a soul.

Yeah? Well, what's that make you?

Make sure she doesn't get any ideas.

You got any ideas?

Come on, Denny.

Looks like you may be
the lucky one, bro.

You see it? You see it?
The moon's really big!

It's like... Whoa, whoa!

Hey. Hey dude. Did you get in
an accident or something?

Exactly. Or something.

Do you need a ride?

This day just keeps
getting better and better.

You come up with a plan yet, genius?

I need to think.

- Well, hello there.
- Evening.

Please don't tell you're here for directions.
I got fifteen rooms, all with your name on it.

Just one, thanks.

- You solo?
- Are we playing twenty fuckin' questions?

How 'bout...
Number 3?

- That's fine.
- All I need's a credit card.

Course.

- Interesting name.
- Isn't it?

Park anywhere you like.

Have a good night.

Hello, sheriff?
This is Harris.

We're driving down a lovely
country road, just you and me.

If they connect the dots,
we're dead ducks.

So Hoag and all that shit...
Never fuckin' happened.

Oh, the wheels of genius are spinning.

And you, little missy.

You're gonna nod your head,
like a good little girl.

So we're driving,

and holy shit!
We see a girl.

Crawling out of the woods,
all fucked up.

We throw her inside,
and we realize,

we got us Emma fuckin' Ward.

Payday!
You're my payday.

So, all you have to do now...

is kick up our dogs...

Relax...
Freshen up.

Come first thing,

I'm taking you to Nashville.

Nashville.

You're taking me home?

You didn't think that I'd...

just hand you in to some
back country Johnny Law, did you?

No, I'm gonna take you
straight to your Daddy.

Because I want to get paid.

But I think you're worth more
two million dollars.

I think you're worth the least...
Five.

What do you think?

Come here.

That a girl.

That a girl.

I have to pee.

I'll be right here.

The gun's right there.

Why now?

Because you won't make it
home alive if you don't.

So, you kill him.
You hate him enough.

I don't want to find out that I can't.

You're different.

Maybe I should just kill you both.

Alright, then.

I'll blow his fucking head off.

What the fuck is going on here?
You guys havin' a fuckin' sewing circle?

- I told you I would cooperate.
- You'd say anything, wouldn't you?

I bet when that psycho had
you tied up under his bed,

you'd say all sorts of pretty
little lies, wouldn't you?

You saved my life, Emma.

I saved you to save myself.
Nothing more.

Did you search me?

For a key?

- For a way out?
- There was no key!

Because there was no lock.

Don't lie to me, Emma.
You had a choice.

And you chose me.

You don't lie to him.

Not if you wanna stay alive.

Well, I'm not afraid of him.

County Sheriff.

Shit!

Get up.

County Sheriff.

Open up, please.

Don't say a fuckin' word.

- Evening officer.
- Evening.

We have a problem. It seems we
have a case of identity confusion.

The hotel manager recalls
someone checkin' in earlier,

using the same name,
the same credit card.

Now if I can just check your identification,
we can clear all this up.

Let's go.

Tamara, get out here!

Shit!

He's here.

Fuck!

Hey! Turn around!

Where do you think you're going?

Help!

I'm done running.

Then come to me.

They make one of those for your face?

I must admit...

- I did not see that coming.
- And give him the honor of killing you?

I don't think so.

Emma, come on.

- We have something special.
- Are you out of your mind?

I'm very much in my mind.

After all we've been through,

you gonna go with this?

Don't you find it trite?

This isn't one of your
sociopathic stagings.

This one is you...
Dying.

If this were, I don't know, say,
one of my "sociopathic stagings",

I would have you say exactly that.

And then,

I would say:
"Go ahead, pull the trigger".

No problem.

College girls...

They think they've got it all figured out.

It's called "pump action"
for a reason.

You can't kill me, Emma.

And deep inside you...

Breathe.

Now it's time to set you free.

I think this guy stole my wallet.

Stop! Thief!

The unfortunate drawback
for learning my name...

No one lives.

As more information comes in, it seems that
Emma Ward was the victim of a kidnapping

by a local group,

who apparently...

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